You had to be seven to join recorder club. When you reached that happy age you were allowed into the big classroom at lunchtime where our headmaster would tell you to put a chair on the desk and that was your music stand. What a hero Mr Blackburn was! 20 little girls with plastic screechy recorders – And no earplugs!
Our first song consisted of the note ‘B’ and blowing through the mouthpiece in time to the following words;
‘good, better best,
never let it rest,
’til your good is better,
and your better’s best’
In running it is easy to determine better and best. The person who runs a set distance in the fastest time, or the person who runs the farthest distance in a set time Is the best. Style and technique count for nothing, first over the line is the winner and the best. Of the rest, some are better than others.
Given that very few people who run are world record holders, we all know that there is someone out there better than us.. Does that mean that we can’t have fun, improve, or take pride in our achievements? Should we hang our head in shame because we aren’t Mo? Should we just give it up if we aren’t going to be world record holders?
Do we look with disdain at people who aren’t as good as us? Or do we look back and remember when we first started running, our first 5minutes without stopping, our first 5k, our first marathon? Are we bored by other peoples achievements or do we celebrate with them? Does other peoples joy in achievement, no matter how small help us to re-live when that was our goal and our achievement?
I started blogging because I thought that it might be a good way to generate publicity for my fundraising efforts.. An unexpected outcome was that I have made links with people who offer advice and support and I have really enjoyed that. In turn some people have seen my progress and been motivated to start a walk -run programme.( If I can do it anyone can!)
Some people, however, like to sneer.
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